mercenary, hand on his blade: I thought theys just a myth
scientist: No my friend. They make the tickleberries
*close by, the ground begins to bulge and tremble*
scientist: we are dead men.
mercenary, hand on his blade: I thought theys just a myth
scientist: No my friend. They make the tickleberries
*close by, the ground begins to bulge and tremble*
scientist: we are dead men.